For some reason, Qin Su didn't want Mo Lan to know that he had sent her hangover soup last night.
Tingyu lowered her head, silently took a sip of soup, and couldn't help but grumble to herself, "My master is so shy. He clearly told me to cook another bowl of hangover soup and bring it over, but he won't let anyone say anything. He's so timid, when will he ever win over the girl?"
Mo Lan looked at the bowl in front of her, not thinking much about Qin Su's attitude towards her and her servant. She knew that Ting Yu was a doctor, and that she was only able to cook her a bowl of hangover soup because of their past cooperation. However, she was not stingy with her gratitude.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine now, but the osmanthus wine last night was really potent. I haven't been drunk in a long time."
Mo Lan shook her head and smiled frankly. Since she had already been caught red-handed, she wouldn't deny it to the death.
We need to save face, and we can't tolerate any flaws.
Qin Su glanced at her nonchalant attitude and narrowed his eyes slightly. "The osmanthus wine is good, but it's best to drink less of it in the future."
Thinking of her tearful face last night, Qin Su couldn't help but warn her, lest she get drunk elsewhere and cause any misunderstandings.
Mo Lan glanced at Qin Su, "Did I cause you any trouble yesterday?"
"······No,"
"That settles it then. I thought I threw up on you."
Mo Lan raised her eyebrows teasingly, showing no appreciation whatsoever, and poured the hangover soup down her throat.
Hmm? It tastes sweet and sour. So this is what hangover soup tastes like during this period?
Qin Su: "......"
An ungrateful woman.
I wonder who was the person who wouldn't let go of him yesterday, but then they turned their backs on him.
Seeing Qin Su eating breakfast with a cold face, Mo Lan knew she had angered him again. For the sake of the hangover soup, she decided not to hold it against him. Not everyone had the right to boss her around or lecture her to her face.
The two bigwigs remained silent, and for a moment, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became awkwardly tense.
Tingyu glanced at Hanshuang and winked at her, but Hanshuang was a dull person and ignored him completely. Helpless, he had to take matters into his own hands.
"Miss Mo Lan, have you ever heard of 'Wind-Drunk'?" Eating in this kind of atmosphere really affects digestion.
"How so?" Mo Lan looked at Ting Yu, and for the sake of the hangover soup, she didn't find him long-winded.
"As the name suggests, 'Wind-induced intoxication' means that if a person who has been drinking is exposed to wind, their originally clear mind will become drowsy under the influence of alcohol, and then they will get drunk directly." Tingyu said, looking at Molan's expression, and continued to explain with a smile, "I think that's exactly what happened to Miss Molan. She can't be exposed to wind after drinking, otherwise she will definitely get drunk."
Hearing Tingyu's assertion, Molan thought about it and realized it made sense.
"You're right. I was still quite lucid when I left the Jiang residence, but things got a bit chaotic afterward."
"Is it just chaos? Shouldn't we forget about it?" Tingyu looked at Molan with a puzzled expression. If it was chaos, shouldn't she remember her master? Was she trying to cheat?
"I have indeed forgotten a lot." Mo Lan didn't hide anything; the doctor had already made the diagnosis, so she had nothing more to say.
When she woke up, she did feel like she had forgotten something, but she still couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Tingyu looked as if she knew it, while Qin Su, standing to the side, glanced at her and then silently lowered his head to drink his porridge.
After breakfast, Mo Lan stood up, clasped her hands in a polite gesture towards Qin Su.
Until we meet again!
"Until we meet again."
Seeing Mo Lan's aloof expression, Qin Su smiled and returned the greeting with clasped hands.
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